Poem: Walking in the Rain

I stepped into the softened sky,
Where clouds let loose a quiet sigh,
And every drop that kissed my skin
Felt like the world had shed its din.

The streets, now slick with silver sheen,
Reflected dreams where I had been,
Each puddle danced with rippling grace,
A mirror to my wistful face.

The world grew hushed, the air turned still,
The rain, a song without a will,
No thunder roared, no wind took flight—
Just whispers in the gray-blue light.

A stranger passed, our eyes held fast,
Two souls beneath the overcast,
No words exchanged, just silent nods,
Both awed by rain, the work of gods.

Shoes soaked through, and yet I stayed,
In every step, the world remade.
For in the rain, I feel most true—
Each droplet speaks, “Begin anew.”

Thank-you for reading.

Much Love and light,

Brenda Marie